An interesting thing happened to me last week. I was leaving my office and rushing off to a meeting, when a man came out of the conference room by the elevators. Most offices in this building have their own conference rooms, but my building has a large conference room, on the same floor as my office, that tenants can use if they need more space. Now, ordinarily, someone coming out of the conference room is not a noteworthy event. This particular time though, the man exiting was none other the The Brit. The Brit is (since I never called him by a name in the original post) the married man whose office I went to a couple of weekends ago. The man I gave a hand and blow job to in his cubicle. The man whose boss came in right as he was about to cum. The man who called me the next day who said "Sorry Doll. It wasn't supposed to happen that way, but, well, you know how it is" and never called me again (not that I expected him to).
So there he was, flesh and blood, in my building and on my floor, crossing the elevator bank where I was standing. We acknowledged each other, and I know he recognized me, but he didn't stop, and didn't say anything more than an awkward "hi"- he was headed for the bathroom and I got on the elevator before he came back. I seriously doubt he'll ever call me again, but if he does I'm going to tell him exactly where he can shove it.
Posted by Annora at September 17, 2004 05:21 PM